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| WATERMELON PATCH |
| ONCE UPON A TIME, A FEW....YEARS....BACK WHEN I WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL DOWN ON THE FARM. MY DADDY HELPED HIS BROTHER TO TEND HIS TRACT. THERE WAS A MELON PATCH, RIGHT BESIDE THE BARN. |
| THEY LOOKED SO FUNNY TO ME, THEY CHANGED AS THEY GREW LITTLE GREENISH YELLOW BALLS LYING ON THE GROUND. AND BEFORE TOO LONG, THEY LOOKED LIKE FOOTBALLS, YOU KICK WITH YOUR SHOE, THEN ONE DAY BEFORE MY EYES, THEY WERE HUGE. |
| BIG AND GREEN, SOME WITH WHITE STRIPES, LAYING OUT IN THE SUN. I WAS FIVE, LITTLE JR. WAS TWO, WE PLAYED EVERY DAY AND HAD FUN. SO THIS ONE DAY CAME AND I WAS BORED, TIRED OF JUST LOOKING, I HAD A BRIGHT IDEA, AND BROTHER WON'T TELL, HE COULDN'T. |
| JUST HAVING THE NEED TO TASTE, I PICKED UP ONE AND PULLED IT OFF THE VINE. AND SINCE I COULDN'T PLAY WITH KNIVES, I JUST DROPPED IT ON THE GROUND, WELL, I SPLIT LEFT TO RIGHT, AND ME AND JR. COMMENCED TO TASTING EVERY LAST BITE. |
| WELL, COME SUPPER TIME, MAMA COULDN'T UNDERSTAND WHY THAT ME AND JR, JUST WOULDN'T EAT, WHEN FOR MORE WE USE TO CRY. IT WAS THE LONGEST NIGHT, I EVER SPENT UPSTAIRS IN THAT OLD HOUSE. MY TUMMY GRUMBLED AND RUMBLED, THAT MELON WANTED OUT ! ! ! ! ! |
| THE MORAL TO THIS STORY IS, BE SURE WHEN YOU HAVE AN IDEA, THAT YOU THINK IT THROUGH AND THROUGH. BECAUSE THE TRUTH I AM TELLING, AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND TO THIS DAY, WHY THERE'S NOTHING BETTER, THAN AN ICE COLD WATERMELON. WRITTEN BY SHIRLEY BARR MARCH 3, 2004 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
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